We watch tv. Sometimes I think it would be better to turn off the idiot box and spend that time being creative. Then I remember Dancing With The Stars, and fall in love all over again.
But those asswipes at Direct TV are really working my last nerve.
We have two tvs. The DVR in the bedroom died last month. No signal, no power, nothing. After a long phone call, Direct TV mailed us a new DVR. Chief tried to "install" it. Turns out that the new DVR was dead, too. So they sent us another one, which took a couple more days. Three weeks after the first one died, we finally had a tv signal in the bedroom again.
Two days later the DVR in the living room stopped working. I spent another 30 minutes on the phone with a well meaning but dim witted "supervisor" who finally came to the conclusion that they "need to send me a new box."
I wonder how many "new boxes" it will take this time.
A couple of years ago I fired Comcast for being a bunch of arrogant douche bags. Their product was okay, but the service was worse than visitor's day at prison. The folks at Direct TV answer the phone quickly, they are all fluent in English and really, really nice to me, the paying customer. Which is a good thing because I'm on the phone with them all-the-time. Because their equipment sucks. It sucks hard.
I'm reconsidering my position. Perhaps it's time to reconcile with the cable cabal and fire Direct TV for being nice but incompetent douche bags.
Chalk up another win for the intelligent asshole over the sweet accommodater. And we wonder why service is dead in this country.